Day 966 from the Bunker:
What I am about to share here may shock you. It is not my intent to scare you, but I feel it is important that we all have access to on-the-ground reporting from those in the front lines. Feel free to ad your own personal accounts in the comments.
Day 966 from the Bunker: Antisocial distancing is continuing as planned. Rations are running low as I am down to only 36 fresh eggs from my chickens. Sunday dinner consisted of wild caught Alaskan salmon instead of Norwegian, as a last resort, because Costco is being a bitch and only had Alaskan and farmed Salmon in stock. Toilet paper supplies have been depleted; I am now relegated to using forest leaves and sticks.
I have appealed to my mentor, Jewish philanthropist and son of the great Alex Jones, @johngrammaticus so that I may appeal to his sense of empathy in my plea for mercy and monetary supplies. I appeal to my spiritual advisor @pannobhasa_bhikkhu that I may find the strength to eat non-grass-fed rations during these emotionally taxing times, and still find the energy to give thanks. I appeal to my militia leader, military strategist, and combat instructor @jodyroundhouse to keep the supply chain uninterrupted as I am running low on both hand grenades, throwing stars, MREs, camo garb, and miscellaneous hand guns I cannot pronounce. @kestrel_black has been kind enough to leave small, warm baskets of soft muffins at the backdoor under cover of darkness. @mizantroop and his cameras have been spotted periodically running recognizance from a high tree overlooking the creek. I have attempted correspondence with @imsorryigotfat and have only received back continual requests for rap battles; a culture of which I am unfamiliar.
In spite of these struggles, spirits remain high.
I regret however to inform you all that today I awoke to what appears to be a mutated strain of Corona raining down upon my front step...Tomorrow is a new day...
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